I’ve come across the odd Small Skipper mudpuddling at Chobham Common in previous years
Dave, but like I said, not in the numbers I saw this year and interestingly it wasn’t an isolated event. There were at least 3 widely separated muddy patches and I found them on my next visit to Bookham, when I was more prepared and was able to get better pics of the groups. Yes ‘galling’ is one word…
(I can laugh now!)
Oh I was definitely ‘gripped’ that day
Wurzel, and it wasn’t the last time…
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July 2021
Saturday the 10th, a change of tack and target species. I’d missed out on Lulworth Skippers the past two years and so far, rubbish weather had put paid to any plans to visit Dorset this year. I’d come to the conclusion though, that waiting for perfect weather this year was a pointless task, so I’d booked my train ticket earlier in the week and watched with now familiar dismay the forecasts get progressively worse as the weekend approached. I still wasn’t sure what I would end up in the middle of at Durlston when I left Saturday morning. There was a bit of a biblical deluge going on when I arrived at Poole mid-morning but all weather forecasts seem to suggest that things would brighten up come the afternoon in this part of the world. The bus service from Poole to Swanage takes a rather scenic route, in every sense of the phrase, but passing Corfe Castle I caught the faintest glimmer of the sun. The timing was near perfect; arriving at Swanage the rain stopped and the sun was just starting to break through thinning cloud and for the rest of the afternoon I was graced with dry and warm(ish) conditions
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All three
Thymelicus Skippers were present but Lulworths easily outnumbered the other two… or maybe I was just focusing on them and ignoring the other two. Either way, seeing all three together does help to show just how different the Lulworth looks in the field, particularly in flight when it’s darker olive complexion really does stand out. There was quite a variety in the condition with aged, haggard individuals mixing it up with freshly minted ones.
There wasn’t too much else on the wing, but a solitary Grayling did distract me for a while, it being my first of the year.
- An early edition of 'spot the Grayling'
A few Marbled White, a couple of Gatekeeper and a handful of Meadow Brown along with the customary unidentified White flybys were also noted but there was Just a single fleeting sight of a DGF.
A rather lovely female Common Blue provided a welcome change in the colour theme but the most surprising sighting were a couple of ancient Small Blue, I presume remains of the first brood.
There was also a Small Heath who was HUGE (by small heath standards). Had I been in Scotland I would have seriously been questioning her true identity.
The bird life along here is always worth paying attention to (if you’re into that kind of thing that is). I caught a brief sighting of a Peregrine, being scared off by it’s arch nemesis the Raven, actually a couple.Here they are picking over what might have been the remains of Peregrine kills.
Guillemots and Razorbills were seen just offshore in little flotillas and some Shags were having a ‘heated discussion’ on the rocks at the base of the cliff.
- Razorbill are the darker birds.
On the slopes a family of Stonechat were making a right old racket, mum and dad noisily trying to distract my attention away from the fledglings. Dad also demonstrated his hovering talents
All in all a particularly successful day considering the deluge that it had begun with